Page 82 of Bruised MC Bear
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Vincent
Ididn’t expectSonya to kiss me after all those warnings for me to stay away, but deep down, I wasn’t surprised. The chemistry between us was overpowering. It was a wonder she had resisted me all of last night.
Sonya smirked playfully into the kiss. “We should probably get out of the doorway,” she said, still kissing me as I backed her up inside.
My hands roamed down to her ass. I was already hard just thinking about her perfect body beneath these clothes.
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” I suggested, only to relieve myself of the burden of regret later. Not on my part, but hers.
I pulled out of the kiss slightly, watching for her reaction. She was resolute, and the return of her lips to mine was enough for me. She took my hands and spread my palms on her ass again. I was instantly aroused. I pulled her body into mine, enjoying the way she ground her hips into my crotch. I wasn’t sure what had changed her mind about me, but at the moment, I didn’t care.
Running a hand up her thigh, I reached between us and deftly flicked open the buttons of her jeans, and lowered her zipper. Her kiss was fierce, magnetic. Still, I managed to pull away and drop to my knees. I wasn’t letting this chance to taste her slip by me for a second time. I peeled the denim down past her hips and knees, taking her sexy black and red lace panties along with them. Looking up into her face, I grazed my tongue against her mound, lost in the sound of her moan.
All these clothes were getting in the way, but I made do. Parting her knees, my tongue traveled along her folds, exploring, tasting her sweet wetness as she swayed into my mouth, already giddy with need. Sonya found a way to kick off her flat shoes. She arched her back and dragged off one leg of the jeans completely. Before I knew it, she slung her clothing-free leg over my shoulder to give me more access. Pleased by her eagerness, I clutched her inner thighs and lapped at her folds.
I moved my focus to her sensitive bud, then slid two fingers into her warm, wet center. She ran her hand through my hair, gasping loudly as she rode my fingers hard. She was so wet, and when she groaned out a long, breathy moan, I picked up the pace staring up at the abandon on her gorgeous face. Her jaw relaxed, her head tilted back to display her slender neck, and the pulse point of her carotid artery had me mesmerized. I took a long breath, thankful that I built up enough self-control over the years to resist the urge to sink my fangs into that very neck.
Not long after, Sonya pressed her eyes shut and cried out. She was coming. She shook through her first climax, moaning, panting, gasping for air as my engorged cock began to envy my fingers. I wanted to be inside her again, to feel her tightness seized around my shaft when I made her come again. While she caught her breath, I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Standing at the side of the bed, I lowered her across its width and got in bed beside her. Sonya held me tight around the chest, teasing my neck and earlobe, driving me close to insanity. I pushed off the bed and removed her clothes piece by piece, then dragged my shirt over my head and removed my golf slacks and boxers.
Eyes half-lidded and brimming over with seduction, she parted her legs, purring like a kitten, calling for me to take her. I got between her legs, and her lips found mine again, kissing me so fiercely our teeth crashed against each other. Groaning into her mouth and aware of my throbbing cock pressed against her heat, I pulled her legs around my waist and held on to her ass cheeks. I buried deep inside her in one wild, powerful thrust that made her gasp.
With each stroke, my need to possess her grew. If I were sensible, I’d stop now, walk away and not look back, but that time had come and was long gone. I was addicted. Pulling from her kiss, I took her breast in my mouth. I released short, hot breaths on her nipple, licking and teasing her as she cried out my name. With each thrust and with the sound of each of her throaty moans, I wanted to own her. I put that out of my mind as quickly as the thought kept resurfacing. It was not in the cards.
With that reality in mind, I looked up at her eyes and face, running a hand through her hair, committing the moment to memory, because it could be our last. I traced my thumb along her bottom lip, drawing back before burying deep inside her again. She whimpered a groan from deep in her throat, matching my movements stroke for stroke. I moved my head just enough to kiss her hard again, picking up the pace as my tongue mimicked the pace each time I drilled to her core.
My fingers found her neck somehow, tracing the line from her ear, across her jawline, and down her collarbone. This close to her, her pulse drummed loudly in my ear, beckoning me to feed on her rich blood. I held myself together and resisted. Feeding on the blood of a sexual partner was like second nature to vampires, but for Sonya and me, it was an act that needed to be avoided at all costs.
Sonya was a wolf shifter.
If I drew blood from her, she would be bound to me.
All the self-control in the world could not defy that one unexplainable, unbreakable, unavoidable law between our species.
As if reading my mind, she looked up at me, her beautiful eyes piercing mine.
“I tried so hard yesterday,” she panted. “Why can’t I stay away from you?”
“You know why,” I replied. Tasting her mouth again, I cut the conversation short. When she appeared to stop caring about more dialogue, I lifted off of her body again. “Get on your hands and knees.”
She did what I asked. God, she was a gorgeous creature. Licking my lips, I pulled her ass to my groin and buried myself balls deep inside. She gripped the sheets into her fists and arched her back, moaning, begging me to fuck her harder and not stop. I pounded into her relentlessly without a word. I slid a hand around to her clit, teasing the swollen bud to drive her to the heights of passion again. I knew I hit the spot when she threw her head back and cried out. Unable to hold back my pleasure from the heat of her core clenching around my shaft this time, I slammed into her, filling her completely as we came together.
Sonya moaned through her climax, and then she amazed me when she growled out, “Do it, Vincent. Feed.”
“No!” I roared, jolting to clear-headedness.
Something snapped inside me then. I pulled out of her, lurched out of bed and threw on my clothes before storming out. It was only when I returned to my room that I realized that Sonya likely said what she did to get exactly this reaction. She promptly confirmed it was the case when she sent me a text that read,“If you keep playing with fire, you might get wolf-bound.”
I smiled, and headed into the shower to clean up again.
Clever little wolf.
